𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 ᯓ gilmore girls

𝟎𝟎𝟔. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢

     "Well, I was going to say I want coffee and a muffin but I mainly want the coffee and—"

     "You'll have to wait your turn," I deadpan.

     I turn back to the customer I was dealing with before, scribbling down his turkey burger order before I rush off towards Caesar.

     I expect this woman to take a seat at the counter but she doesn't. Instead, she decides to follow me as I make my way towards a table with plates of food.

     I take no notice of her, not until she starts rambling in my ear incessantly, "Look, I really need coffee. I'm running on two hours sleep because I'm moving into my house and I'm tired and I really, really need coffee and I hear this place— your place— has coffee and I need it. I don't care how you give it to me, I just need it, and I would really appreciate if I could have coffee in a jug, bowl, mug, whatever right now."

     She's talking a mile a minute which makes my head spin uncomfortably. I stop in my tracks, her body hitting my back abruptly with an oomph. "You're being annoying," I say, turning to face her. "Sit down, shut up, I'll get to you when I get to you, okay?"

     She furrows her eyebrows, acting as if she doesn't understand me. "When's your birthday?" she asks which only confuses me.

     "What?"

     "You have a birthday, don't you? When is it?"

     "I'm not telling you," I insist, refusing to give a stranger my birthday because I don't wanna know what she'll use it for.

      "Is it, like, embarrassing for you? Were you born on a holiday like Christmas or Thanksgiving or Valentine's day or— Oh, were you born on  February twenty-ninth because that—"

     God, I don't have the patience for this but maybe she'll go away if I just tell her.

     "November 7th," I reply hastily, wishing I didn't have to give in but I desperately need this woman to leave me alone.

     This woman then snatches the newspaper off the counter— a newspaper that a customer was reading— and she flicks through it until she reaches the horoscope page. I don't know why I don't just walk away, especially since I've been complaining about her the second she walked in, but for some insane reason, I want to see what she wants.

     She finds the page, places the paper on the counter before snatching the pen out of my hand and scribbling something down.

     I watch, utterly confused and mesmerised at the same time.

     The mystery woman then tears off the piece that she scribbled down on, hands it to me, and watches as I look down to see what she's done.

     I look from this crazed woman to the piece of paper in hand, and I find that she had written, "You will meet an annoying woman today. Give her coffee and she'll go away," under Scorpio, my beloved star sign.

     I'm trying to fight the grin on my face as she says, "Hold onto that. Put it in your wallet or something, and carry it around with you. One day it'll bring you luck, I promise."

     I don't know how much luck it'll bring me but I tuck the note into my back pocket, making a mental note to put it in my wallet. I'm not sure why I would listen to her, not when she's acting crazy in my extremely busy diner but I find myself feeling oddly intrigued by her.

     She's fiery and it's obvious that she can get everything she wants simply by snapping her fingers together, and I fall victim to her charm as I pour her a cup of coffee into a to-go cup.